Hello London. The Moth is returning to Union Chapel on Thursday, September 28th for a night of vibrant true stories.

The main stage is the quintessential Moth experience, a two-act show featuring a musical act, where the storytellers and a notable host share true personal tales without notes.

Experience a night of unforgettable Moth tales as they're recorded for future episodes of the Moth podcast and radio hour.

Dores open at seven and stories begin at eight. Get your tickets now at the Moth.org Bowerslash, London.

From PRX, this is the Moth radio hour. I'm Jodie Powell, a producer and director at the Moth.

A few weeks ago, I heard a child say, people still get to eat blueberries. Yes, and it reminded me that children are on to something.

Like the kid who initiated a friendship at the museum, though we spoke different languages, he walked across the room and just said to me, can we be amigos?

Or the 60-year-old in the book reading group that exclaimed how boring it was, even though everyone thought so. Or the 11-year-old who felt the beat of Al Green for the first time and just did the movement his body and heart wanted him to.

Children don't hold back, and what they say they mean. At one point in our life, we dared to dance like no one was watching, and if they were, we did it anyway.

Today, we're telling stories from childhood. Kids taking the lead, defying the odds, and pointing out the things that we might have overlooked or just forgotten about.

Our first story comes from Dave Stratton. Dave told the story at the Chicago Branslang at the Athenian Theatre, where we partner with the public radio station WBEZ. Here's Dave.

It was really foggy, and there was a light missed in the air when we stepped out of the car in this empty trailhead parking lot in this New Hampshire State Park.

But that wasn't going to stop the AI from enjoying this great new adventure. Nature hiking.

I consider a fatherly duty to introduce my daughter to new activities and new experiences. So let's go for a hike.

So, of course, we made every newbie mistake of beginning hiker can make. We didn't tell anyone we were going hiking.

I didn't tell the lady at the visitor's center who recommended the trail, that we were going that day in the fog and missed, and that my hiking companion was eight years old.

Probably should have. But I'd never been on a trail like this before. There was no path to follow. There were just paint marks on trees about every hundred feet.

And in this fog, you had something to walk forward on faith until the next paint mark came into view, but we made our way through the forest.

Then you started up this small mountain that was just bare granite with the trail marks on the rocks.

And now, by the way, in sneakers, wet granite is about a slippery ice, but we kept on going.

Now, one point, we kind of veered off the trail. We lost track of the paint marks. And we were looking around.

And Alia just very calmly looked up at me and said, I think it's time to start screaming.

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